I have gained a clear perspective, having recently broken free from the pain and frustration of therapy. I was in analysis for 5 years and weekly therapy for two years. I am a 60ish male, T a 70 year old female. I went into therapy because of depression. I developed a strong erotic transference wih my T. It was very debilitating but I kept going back.

My T maintained clear borders. Recently I suffered a very serious depressive episode -- the worst of my life. T never reached out to help me except to offer me the privilege of a second session -- no calls to check on me, nothing. After 7 years I expected more and it would have lifted me cnsiderably.

It was then that I realized Ts are largely indifferent to us. And that therapy is like an addiction -- expensive, a fix from a problem with a decline until the next fix (session), isolating, dependency producing, painful. And like any addiction the only way to overcome the addiction is to STOP. The withdrawal is awful but I don't think there is any choice --- I am now in recovery and see how little therapy helped and how much damage it did. It hurts and angers me that I devotedly committed to my T for 7 years and she could not care less that I left. Because I meant little to her. I am happier (or less unhappy) now that I have left therapy, with a way still to go. I am free and see T, the relationship and myself more clearly. I was a damned fool to think I deeply loved T. Save your money and take a wonderful vacsyion.